Well, I survived childhood. And so far, I've survived adulthood, although I hear it's terminal so I'll keep doing the ostrich thing and pretend I don't know that, until someone finds a cure.
Life's pretty short, even when it seems really long because of the twistier, bumpier bits of it. So far, mine's been pretty spectacular in terms of its form and content, and by spectacular, I mean it's been an assortment of insanity, chaos, joy, terror, and whole lot of other stuff thrown in. Sort of like a loaded pizza. Or a .357 Magnum, depending on your perspective.
At times, I've figured I'd be better off throwing myself on a sword or pitching myself off a cliff (and no doubt there were times when other people would have gladly assisted me in either of those endeavours). But then at other times, I've been so unbelievably happy and joyful, I thought I might explode (which the aforementioned "other people" might have enjoyed witnessing).
Sure, I've had my share of heartbreak and misery, rejection and fear, but who hasn't? I've also had my fair share of blessings and joy, love and gratitude. Although I could do with more profiteroles. I loooove profiteroles.